i’ve grown accustomed to the
black stairs & broken window
i’m spinning out on my bedroom floor
i don’t know what i called you for
good night nobody
i’ve grown accustomed to the
fake flowers in my head
polar bear in my bed
good night nobody
right hand full of magic
left hand full of poison air
eyes shut tight
still i see the light
i see the light
my body is a brick
no angel can lift me up
i don’t belong in the night
but it’s all that i can see
goodnight nobody
Xeno & Oaklander return with an album full of their trademark minimalist synth grooves and slow-winding vocal melodies. Dark and mysterious. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 11, 2016